vive le racist gender subordinator
From sea to shining sea, from coast to coast and cunt to cunt, female clerks are unhappy with me. I just received an e-mail which read:
At the St Marks Book Shop [in NYC], allegedly a hip bookstore, some female clerk said she didn't stock your books because you are a "racist gender subordinator."
A few months ago, I was asked by the makers of the hilarious film Ape Canyon to write a blurb for their DVD cover. With my endorsement emblazoned on the front, they marched the DVD into a Portland store called Movie Madness. According to Ape Canyon's director, when he called later to see if they wanted to order the DVD, he was assaulted by a female clerk's menstrual fury:
"You know, we don't give a shit about Jim Goad!" she lectured me, "We are so OVER Jim Goad, we ran him out of town a long time ago!"
Got news for you, Toots—I'm still in town, and I won't leave until I'm good and ready. Hardly a day passes when someone doesn't stop me on the street and tell me how much they enjoy my writing. Despite all the organized lynch mobs, I continue to flourish.
There's a reason you ladies are working as clerks while I'm making a living as a writer. It's because I deal in ideas, while you peddle preconceived notions. You can place all the roadblocks you want, and the Goad Meme will slalom around you. And because my ideas strike deeper than your superstitions, they will replicate like an incurable virus...in ten, twenty, fifty years, people will still know who I am, while you'll be retired clerks.
